Entering a bizarre Kafkaesque world of trying to organise finances for buying my flat. Discover, for example, that my bank has no address for me. And cannot explain how they have mailed me. The cheque I thought I enclosed for my solicitors at the weekend has also mysteriously evaporated. However, I appear to be making gradual progress.

I have been leading a healthy life, swimming again yesterday, getting early nights and avoiding boozes. Meanwhile, by day I work on cancer treatments, cats and dogs and a concept involving the Invisible Man.

Meeting Kate after work today. This will be good.